In the bathroom, he was so enthusiastic and powerful.
Irish was too tired to lift her arms when he carried her back to the bedroom.
Joseph felt contented, leaning against the bed, and he could not help but bow and kiss the woman in his arms. She was powerless and said, "Your stubble hurt me."
He touched his chin and smiled.
"Oh." Irish, lying on his chest, whispered, "Today, Shirley apologized to me, and she said a lot about my mother."
Joseph touched her hair gently, "So, you decided to forgive her?"
"Ruby and Roy's death hit her quite hard, and I looked at her like that, so I was also quite sad." Irish leaned against him and sighed.
"Forgive her." Joseph also sighed, "Whether it is hateful or not, eventually living is the best."
